Tharion steadied his footing, exhaling slowly. I have to give it everything I've got, he thought. He still hasn't used his full power. That speed from his last fight—the one where lightning danced around him—if he brings that out now… can I even keep up? I don't know. But I'm not backing down.
He gritted his teeth, lowering his stance, and sprinted forward with blazing speed.
Kyrion didn't move. He simply raised his sword, a faint glow flickering along its edge. "Imbecile," he said coldly. "You dare charge straight at me?"
Tharion dashed forward, closing the distance between him and Kyrion in an instant. Kyrion swung his sword in a horizontal arc, the blade slicing through the air with lethal precision. But Tharion dropped low, sliding past Kyrion's blind spot, moving so fast his image blurred.
